Page 14 of Forbidden Desire

The surrounding air thickens as he leans down to me, his breath tickling my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

Desire envelops me, fueled by the heat of his body. I’m ready to get lost in him, to explore the depths of this attraction that never ends. I tilt my mouth upward to speak, but have no idea how to talk about the strong arousal stirring within me. “This… us …”

“Say it.”

I breathe out, my body encompassing curiosity, longing, and pure lust. “I want you.”

Zack offers his commanding hand. “Come with me.”

I stand and let him lead me away from the candlelit dinner, up a round staircase. Each step we take is a prelude to what we both know is coming.

His grip is firm as he leads me through his domain, each step amplifying the pounding in my chest.

The mansion, vast and luxurious, fades away until it’s only Zack, me, and our deep-seated need for each other.

At the top of the stairs, he turns and draws me into him. His arms are bands of steel, his body heat enveloping me. I tilt my head back as his lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding. My fingers run through his hair, grasping at the silky strands to pull him closer.

Each breath is a shared secret, and every gasp is a confession of desire.

He exhales near my mouth. “I’ve craved you for so long, Bianca.”

We stumble toward the entrance of a massive bedroom, decorated in shades of deep crimson and rich mahogany. A king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in luxurious silk sheets.

The space is full of the scent of musky cologne and the faint aroma of sandalwood. A sweet, heady scent of freshly cut roses lingers in the air.

Our surrounding blurs as his hands undo the buttons of my blouse and my fingers fumble with the clasp of his belt.

After bringing me forward to unhook my bra, he traces my collarbone and then moves south to circle my willing nipple with his index finger. “Beautiful.”

His large male hand covers my entire breast, where he massages and kneads the skin until it flushes with desire.

I moan, and the sound vibrates through the hot air between us.

He removes the rest of his clothing while my belly flutters at the sight of his statuesque body.

My fingertips skim down his chest, eliciting a sharp inhale. I touch the hard ridges of muscle, exploring the terrain.

His body is a work of art—sculpted muscles, smooth golden skin, and a dusting of hair trailing down his abdomen. He drinks me in with fiery eyes while his hands graze my waist and hips, igniting sparks everywhere he touches.

Our urgent mouths meet again before he backs me toward the bed, laying me down on the cool silk sheets. Hovering above, he trails kisses along my collarbone and chest.

Each kiss spreads arousal through my core while I caress the firmness of his body.

My fingertips trail down his back, and I arch into him, lusting after the hard body that hovers over me.

He groans into my mouth and everything beyond the bedroom walls ceases to exist.

Grasping at his herculean shoulders and biceps, I relish the firm body underneath my fingertips.

His mouth finds my other breast, where he flicks his tongue and sucks the nipple until I’m writhing beneath him.

I scrape my nails down the muscles of his back, and he hisses in pleasure while his hands trace the curve of my spine.

His caress sends warm arousal cascading down to places longing for his touch. As if answering my plea, he runs a male finger along the center of my core, in an urgency that’s both reckless and perfect.

Skin on skin, we move as one. It’s savage, and it’s real—everything I’ve always craved but never knew how to get.

Zack braces himself above me, his muscles cording in his forearms. He looks almost feral as his expression burns with lust.

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